Yesterday Scotland’s Government has voted to ban Fracking for which I am very grateful. I have therefore chosen a poem by Paul Colvin which in my view illustrates why this has been a great decision.
The shared black roads that we have tarred
Will have no barbed wires, troops or guards
No sentry posts, no stringent lines
No this is yours and this is mine.
We can be great, they say we can’t
As the puppets dance to the Moron’s chant
The simple truths have been outlined
But though they read, fear’s made them blind
They’ll pay us to store nuclear waste
But the deadly toxins, our hills, will baste
Gone, will be forests, dead the trees
What’s left of nature’s on its knees
Now they’ve licenses to drill for shale
Can the earth survive, our Holy Grail,
As toxic spores seep through or hills
And by our hillsides more road-kill
Not killed by cars but dead through greed
For the shale has poisoned all their feed
Contaminants unknown to men
Run down through mountains to our glens
Destroying weeds and flowers, plants
Will wildlife die or just decant?
Can water be defined as clean
Or will its taste be now obscene?
Streams roll to rivers, flow to seas
Will sea life last or die diseased
Seventy thousand fish lie dead
From the graveyard that is our seabed
They’re blaming shale, news today,
Fracking, friends, is on its way
And for what, when all is done,
We’ve ample power in the sun
But the sun can’t make the rich more rich
So they’ll kill the earth, Ain’t life a bitch!
By Paul Colvin